Strolling Down Memory Lane with My Oldest Friend

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. And again. No doubt until I die: I am a fortunate woman. And this playlist post celebrates one of the reasons I have been so blessed in my life: friendship. This playlist celebrates my oldest continuing friendship, one that dates back to spring of 1965, when I

Six More Weeks of Something or Other

Whew, we made it through January, the new year already tarnished by thirty-one days of somber news—the Omicron phenom of explosive sickness and death and tolls on society, a tsunami that by now has most likely touched every single one of us in one way or another. But! But! But! As of this writing, the

Fifty-six Years in the Making

Shortly before I spread my wings and migrated to Florida for the winter on the tails of Canada geese heading to these mild climes where I am now ensconced in my condo aerie, I had a special visitor to Hollybrook House—my oldest friend on the planet. We began a playlist in anticipation of the occasion,